HAVING dazed, phased and amazed us, BSP have pulled their strands into a granite-solid formation that'll stand the test of time.

Drawing on the eccentric rush of their debut and the lush tones of its follow up, this is the sound of a band girding their confident loins to spin out into the heavens while boldy declaring their intention to sweat buckets.

On the one hand, there's The Great Skua - a grandiose instrumental sounding like a universe being born behind your eyes.

Then the next track - Atom - employs the lycra-tight economy of bass, guitar and drums played at speed. Lyrically, they noodle a new national anthem, pine for pretty Slavs and celebrate Polish cabbies.

The year's still wrapped in swaddling clothes and yet here we have its first great album.